

Rhiana is up making breakfast for the girls and then she is off to work for a double shift today. Us three remaining girls are being picked up by Amanda this morning to go and see the Thunderbirds show. I am really looking forward to it. As soon as we are ready to go, we head out to the sidewalk for our ride. Malea stands and watches each car saying, "Auntie?"


Finally, it is time to start. Yay. Oh, aren't they wonderful? (Yes, it is still cloudy -- the weather never did change.)
I am just holding the camera up and snapping pictures. I cannot even see if my aim is correct, but at least a few of them turn out decent.


Our next stop is for lunch. Pizza and lemonade at the park. While at the pizza shop, we are in two separate cars and Caleb plays peek a boo with me through the windows. Apparently my camera went AWOL during the stop at the park as I can't find a single picture. After lunch, it is a second trip to Frontier Days --- this time for the rodeo. We find seats in the stadium and settle in for some fun and excitement.


Within about half an hour of arriving at the rodeo, I can tell that Malea is done for. A few minutes on my lap with my arms around her and rocking gently and she is out. I lay her on a spare pair of pants that I brought along for myself and she is out for the count.


When attention spans waver and the rodeo is no longer appealing, it is time for the carnival. I know --- we were there yesterday, but off we go again.
Again, the wheel has to be stopped. I cannot stop giggling about that.


It's been a long day and is time to go. As we leave the grounds to walk back to the car, a family is selling sodas and water. Trent goes to get some for the boys and I tell Elena she can have a cold water but no soda. OMG --meltdown all the way back to the car. I am a terrible person but can justify my decision in that I promised her cotton candy at home and I don't think she needs both.
It's been a busy day and I am ready for some quiet and to just sit down. The rest of the evening is spent doing just that and playing games with the girls.



The girls find a campfire area and are soon setting up camp -- rearranging everything in the display.




I love the ceiling and floor in here. Such a beautiful building.
We find Mr. Lincoln for a quick pic as well. Do you think Malea is ready to get out of the stroller? Trouble is you can't run or make noise in this building. Not the perfect place to let her out. Time to move along.


After lunch we go back to pick up Rhiana for her lunch break before going home. Before long it is quiet time and a chance to play some games. When Malea wakes, she comes and climbs up on the bed with me for snuggles and giggles. I am not a selfie person, but this seemed like a good time to try one. The entire time she would point at me and say "Tabby" -- yep that's what she calls me. So I hit the video button but as expected she wouldn't say it again. Ugh. The video is cute though so thought I would share.
This has been a fun day but I am ready for bed. Night all.
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